Goddess Rhiannon
Keywords: Goddess, Rhiannon,
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*Forward – A Word from the Star*
"To all of My Devoted Loving Lusting Admirers,
I was so X-cited when our friend had propositioned Me for a story based on Me; Rhiannon or as some of you know Me better as, Mistress Rhiannon. I was so thrilled to see the great effort that he put into making this literary piece a sensual adventurous tale that filled me with arousal of intense magnitude. I certainly hope all of you will enjoy it as much as I did. Perhaps a sequel is in order....???
Whips and Kisses...
Breast Wishes...
Rhiannon"
*Direction*
The first part of this story is narrated as if from an outside observer.
The next chapters are from the viewpoints of the indicated person.
*Collusion - Narrator*
"Hello?" Rhiannon said into the receiver of her cell phone.
"Rhiannon, it's Dawn. We have this year's candidate. Where and when can we meet to discuss things?" Dawn Whitham asked.
"I'm in the middle of teaching a class right now. I'll stop by your tattoo parlor on my way home. Will that be soon enough?" Rhiannon asked, warily watching the children for signs of impending riotous behavior.
"Sure, no great hurry. I'll see you then," Dawn hung up, went out to the parlor, and began her part of creating a complicated tattoo, awaiting Rhiannon's visit.
*Back to the Classroom - Narrator*
"Okay you little darlings, Miss Rhiannon has a new song, to teach you," Rhiannon informed the children.
"This is an old Welch ditty that has been put to a Rock & Roll beat. I think it will play well in the school assembly later this year. Who here knows where Wales is?" Rhiannon asked the class.
A bright-eyed young girl raised her hand and waited to be, called upon, "Go ahead Millicent."
"Wales is on the southwest coast of the Isle of Great Britain," she declared confidently.
"Very good, yes Wales is an ancient place, one of legends, myths, and folklore. Many of these stories were passed down through song, many legends have been put to music over the thousands of years gone by," Rhiannon told the children, though she had a far away look in her eye as if remembering the past more than remembering the history taught her.
"It was a time of gods, goddesses, wizards, and magic," suddenly Rhiannon's mind seemed to leap forward once again to the here and now, "Or so the stories tell us."
"The song we will be learning was written around a very old legend of the warrior woman Cathain. She was the fiercest warrior of her day, but a very lonely woman because of it. I'm handing out the lyrics to everyone and we can all read them together."
The papers were quickly, distributed and Rhiannon went on, "This legend should have something for everyone. It has warriors, great battles, romance, and magic all in one. So boys and girls both will enjoy it."
"Who would like to start us off by reading aloud first?" Rhiannon looked around the room at the many raised hands, but like many teachers, she picked the quiet boy in the back that had not raised his.
"Roger, would you start reading for me?" Rhiannon knew that the boys in her class all had a crush on her. A raven haired beauty with curves to die for, a bust that was nothing short of amazing, a petite frame which neared their own heights, and eyes which seemed to penetrate them to their very souls. Therefore, she didn't have to bully the children into doing things for the sake of their grades, she simply had to ask them to do something for her, and they would quickly jump to it, just to please her.
Roger obviously just wanted to remain anonymous in the back but Rhiannon was intent on nurturing all of her children to be all their potentials would allow so Roger held up his paper, gulped, and began reading aloud, "
The Cathain Legend
By: Grant Lee Phillips
Bid goddess rise from mists of memory
Rise the fair Cathain
In battle the equal of every man
And every lover disdained
Her heart was locked in a round tower's keep
And none that gate could unbar
Till rose a prince in Ulster's east
His name was Conchobar
By day she taught him feats of arms
With sword and mace and bow
By night they kindled passion's fire
That only lovers know
So king and warrior thus were joined
In battles blood and love
The throne belonged to Conchobar
To Cathain the Witch's Glove"
"Okay Roger that was very good. I knew you would do a fine job. Now who should be next?"
Hands all around rose once again, this time all of the children volunteered having seen the praise Roger had received.
"I'm so pleased that you all want to participate. I think therefore that we should all read the rest aloud together. Follow along now.
Dark rivals rose against the king
To challenge for his throne
All Ulster in the balance hung
Without its champion
A druid he sent to sacrifice
An offering to Cathain
A maiden fair with flaxen hair
Not once but two times slain
Two times slain
Ooh ooh ooh
But Cathain she would ne'r return
To fight the kings own war
Till druid did a virgin bring
To Conamara far
The fair Iona pure and sweet
On the self-same table lain
And by the Corclach's hungry stone
The innocent was slain
Hey hey hey
Hey hey hey
In rage the warrior goddess from
The Western Sea arose
Her bloody gauntlet dealt that day
A thousand fierce deathblows
The kingdom saved her quest complete
She sank beneath the waves
Till Ulster's sons with sacrifice
Bid her return once more"
A huge smile graced Rhiannon's full lips when they finished, "Wow, that was great! Now all we have to do is, add the melody and were ready."
Rhiannon took out her DVD player and patched it through the room's loud speakers, "As some of you know, I'm not just a school teacher, I'm the lead singer for my band, Sweet-N-Evil. I'm only saying this because I had them play the melody without the vocals so we could sing along."
Most of the children were somewhat stunned to discover that their lovely teacher by day is the lead singer for a Rock-n-Roll band by night.
"Let's all listen to the melody first," she started the player and the class all listened to the haunting music and its Gaelic overtones.
That day, the children left school reluctantly. The entertainment and fascinating subject had enthralled them the whole day long and they couldn't wait to come back tomorrow to see what Miss Rhiannon would do next.
Roger was the last to leave, as he often would be. He didn't want to leave the loving aura of Miss Rhiannon to return home to his abusive father. He would never say anything to the teacher for fear that he would be harmed or worse, his last remaining parent would be taken from him, leaving him orphaned. He missed his mother terribly.
*Dawn Whitham - Narrator*
Rhiannon hopped into her Ferrari and left the school for her visit with Dawn, waving at young Roger as she went by him.
It didn't take long and Rhiannon swung into the parking lot of Dawn's tattoo parlor.
Dawn came out to greet her. (Hey, nothing sounds like a Ferrari in your driveway, but a Ferrari in your driveway.)
Dawn moved in for a big hug of her longtime friend, "Damn girl, if I didn't know how long you've been packing away money for that car, I would think you were a dope dealer or something."
"You know better than that hon.. I've got investments older than this whole country," Rhiannon replied cheerily.
"Don't I know it? You don't look a day over four hundred either!"
"Watch yourself girl, you may be way bigger and stronger than I am but..." Rhiannon simply let the threat trail off unspoken.
"Uncle! Sheesh, can't a girl tease you without worrying about finding herself eating flies for the rest of her life?" Dawn backpedaled at warp speed.
"I was only teasing and you know it," Rhiannon declared as she walked into the business with her friend.
"How long have we known each other now?" Dawn wondered aloud.
"Since you were about six years old hon., about thirty six years," Rhiannon's memory, still as perfect as it should be.
"And now you look younger than I do," Dawn sighed.
"What's your point?"
"Nothing. I'm just waxing rhapsodic," Dawn shook herself to bring her back to the job at hand, "We have a new candidate for transferal. This one's a real piece of work."
"Do you think you can handle another one this soon?" Rhiannon asked.
"Yes, I'm hoping for some more bulk anyway," Dawn, confirmed.
"So, tell me about our next victim?"
Dawn grabbed a file folder and handed it to Rhiannon, who took a comfortable seat across from her and began to thumb through it.
"We are considering this electrician foreman who has numerous complaints against him from the females that have worked for him, complaints of sexual harassment, women who get the nastiest jobs, his attitude towards female electricians in general. We have complaints from the men working for him as well. He was arrested for, assault and battery on three separate occasions. One reported incident of spousal abuse is in the record. The spouse has passed away since then leaving him a single parent of one child. His spouse died in a car accident after fleeing their home one evening. The coroner, a lady friend of mine, determined that many of the injuries she sustained were from before the accident occurred. She says that in her opinion the reason for the crash was that her eyes were nearly swollen shut, making it very difficult for her to see."
"This qualifies in so many ways for our kind of punishment, however you stated that there is a child involved. You know that I disapprove of leaving a child orphaned," Rhiannon stated flatly, ready to toss the folder away without further consideration.
"You may wish to reconsider when I tell you the rest..." Dawn, with a mixture of anger and sorrow, on her face, added.
"What could possible make me consider orphaning a child?" Rhiannon asked confident in her rule's rightness.
"Look at the page with photos from the child's doctor and the emergency room."
"Oh, this poor little guy..." she declared, seeing the bruises and marks the boy sported, "But orphaning him is still not the solution I would choose."
Dawn swallowed hard and steeled herself for what she knew would be coming, "Loo.
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Keywords: Goddess, Rhiannon,